Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Faust,
Skriet,
The Residents,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.